Anyway.
The whole time I was watching this final scene unfold before me, I couldn't help but think one thing.
What the hell purpose do saloon doors serve?
The ones that the cowboy swings open that swing shut behind him. There isn't a top or bottom to them. They don't keep shit in or out of the bar. You can't lock em. I thought that maybe there was a second set of doors that swing out of the way when the bar is open, that you can close at night to lock up, but...why the swinging ones?
They're about as useful as tits on a ....... bowling ball.
Does someone out there know?
I'm thinking about shutting down here. It seems...stale, I'm sure you've noticed. Nothing to write about.
I don't know.
Boring.
"This is boring Sidney."
"I want a pizza!"
:Sniff: "You smell like a fucking pizza"
Boring Sidney. Boring boring boring. Exterminate! EXTEEEEEERMINATE!
Movie quotes. Thats what I got. Lemeetehyew.
What does one do?
Lincoln, Lincoln, I've been thinking. What the hell have you been drinkin'? Is it liquor? Is it wine? Oh my god it's turpentine.
Am I alone in thinking that the little dancing old man for the Six flags commercials is the creepiest thing ever? Maybe you don't have Six Flags where you are. You don't know what I'm talking about.
I got nothin'.
In this world of shit
Baby you are it
A little light that shines all over
Must take over and see us through the night
daddy was a troubled genius
Mama was a real good egg
Why don't we just get together
For whatever and see if it's alright
I spent so many days
Just staring at the haze
And I think that that's a book
That I don't have to write again
Now when I rise I shine
I got you on my mind
And the question isn't if
The question is merely when...
Baby I confess
I am quite a mess
So let's get married and make some people
More than equal in this world of shit
I will make a pledge
To get down off the ledge
You and I belong together
And forever we will have our love.
Bah, song lyrics. Double bah.
I'm happy now, but I don't have anything for this place.
Maybe its just the summer. Winter seems to breed creativity. I think I'm going to take a hiatus. Unless something comes to me.
Boring Sidney.
On the Itunes: "World full of shit"....EELS (Soul Jacker)